Chapter 1602 Seven Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Conspiracy" Battles (7)

He didn't see it, or he would regret doing so.

But what is even more unfortunate is that He Ming began to disregard the reality and exposed all kinds of nature. Under the extreme arrogance and rudeness, he showed his charming art. He believed that the lover's tears were sulfuric acid, but men should be more ruthless.

So express art while killing.

But it was also very lucky that in this state, He Ming ignored the essence of the golden sun that began to flow out, an extremely terrifying essence.

In order not to find out, the true power of the Golden Sun is actually...

Not only that!

In this way, it's not that the other party is pretending to be playing cat and mouse, or He Ming thinks he is a cat, but he is catching... a tiger. Adult Siberian tiger.

Or there is another possibility that the Golden Sun has begun to forget its most powerful power, or it has not used this power for various reasons.

But no matter what kind of result, if you can't get rid of this situation, there will be no good results for both parties.

At the critical moment, Golden Sun recovered some energy and ambition from extreme exhaustion. It looks at He Ming, touches its own face, it feels as smooth as the face of immortality long, long, long ago, but the heart, even the soul, under the skin of the face has been shattered by vicissitudes of life, and the wrinkles are covered with wrinkles.

It smiled wryly at He Ming and said, "You idiot, why did you get yourself involved and addicted to it first? No, you must be doing something...but I just can't remember what such a simple plan is!"

"Okay, for my plan, I will give you a refreshing battle. The spiritual battle should be over, this time... it's the soul's turn!"

This time it was the golden sun's turn, facing He Ming who was reciting "Standing on the streets of Lhasa. I am the most beautiful lover in the world. I live in the Potala Palace. I am the biggest king in the snowy region." Eight slots, the guy who doesn't consider the original author at all. A brilliant beam of perfect light from the real world spewed out.

This is the shocking light of soul energy.

Souls are invited to an almost mandatory "battle".

He Ming was shocked and fully awake, and then amidst the rapid changes in the world, he smiled lewdly and charmingly: "Are you sure, you want to play like this with me? Hahahaha! Praise!"

...

A glossy hair style that any fly can't stand and will break its legs,

An impeccable black and white striped suit. Especially when worn under such a huge physique, the masculine charm is endless. With an extremely handsome face, it can be called the perfect of perfection.

There's a fly in the ointment, or maybe there's never a perfect thing, especially a handsome guy. Especially the pretty characters in Low Stupid Monkey.

I saw this "perfect perfection", this beautiful figure raised his eyebrows without mentioning it, and had a lewd smile on his face.

Sitting in front of a beautiful dark red gambling table, He Ming twisted the huge ruby ​​ring on the ring finger of his right hand with his beautiful and slender left hand. Ruby has an indescribable deep red color, which can be called extremely precious.

He Ming smiled slightly, and said: "Actually... I am the God of Gamblers. Are you sure you want to do this? One-on-one with my soul? In a gambling way."

An old male life, with an inconceivably supreme charm of life. It is much larger than He Ming's body, but it is not equivalent to a height of more than 2.5 meters. Wears a very regal royal civilian dress that clearly belongs to the Emperor of the Universe.

It sat down opposite He Ming, let fate randomly choose a gambling method, and said indifferently: "Don't be so stupid, don't think that you are guaranteed to win. Are you the only one who has luck and the power of fate? And the ability to control gambling ?”

Beyond the handsome face, the lewd and moving smile is even more lewd, but He Ming said in a serious tone: "But, you are old. Hahahaha! Looking at your confused and tired expression, the old guy must take off his pants. Of course I don't Need your chrysanthemum. I need your soul, all your strength. Come, fulfill me, make me truly immortal!"

He Ming stepped on the gambling table, because his physical condition was particularly good. So there is a kind of... the domineering arrogance of a little rascal.

He slapped his chest loudly, and said in a very serious manner: "Come on, leave everything to me. I will help you complete your hegemony—in countless games! In countless games! Because life is like a game! Don't waste time to You eat cosmic dust in reality, but you can fight all over the multiverse invincible in the game. Overlord, overlord, overlord, get it done in a week. Open it! You deserve it."

The golden sun had nothing to say, and started to gamble. He Ming quickly showed the expression of "the wolf is coming, and I am the wolf".

They play a simple game of cosmic cards, such as Texas Hold'em. Their IQ does not require explanation and learning at all, but luck and the results of whether the cards are good or not.

Immediately, He Ming used the ability of the original gambler to replace his own cards with good cards that the opponent would definitely lose, and it would be useless to play tricks. Because this is the one and only Supreme.

"Soul Immortality Matter! No, soul arm, press five! You are really dead." The five soul arms appeared from the void of He Ming and moved to the sky above the gaming table.

He Ming's expression was extremely excited. He couldn't believe that the super war was resolved like this?

In fact, it is another automatic food delivery... "Good guy!

"Wow!" He Ming almost popped his eyes out.

The golden sun smiled contemptuously, and there are really countless soul weapons... no, it is a soul world, presented on its soul.

Of course its master soul is a soul that cannot be seen.

"Bet everything you have! Including your stupid soul." Jin Jin said lightly, He Ming suddenly felt a great pressure to be smashed to death by money, wouldn't he?

"Damn it! This is my unrealistic world, or I'm holding a card that you can't win. I'll follow!"

Even so, at the critical moment, He Ming immediately gritted his teeth and followed up, and immediately opened his own cards. He couldn't believe it. How did that guy win him? Could it be the gambling skills of the ultimate strength standard? Hey, don't be kidding, how can I have relevant operating experience with so many ultimate powers?

It even feels like it must be very difficult to deal with afterwards, or requires a huge change in handling.

It's been too long, so the other party still left mere gambling skills, which means that He Ming first forgot his wife and children, and all the games, but he still remembers...gambling.

how is this possible.

He Ming tried his best to control, and the hole cards he was looking at, and the opponent's hole cards, did not change at all. The result of this gambling was born immediately, and He Ming won.

"Hahahaha! You doubled your income—what do you want to do?"

He Ming's wild laughter stopped in the middle, and a lot of cold sweat flowed from his forehead. He finally understood the other party's sinister plan!

So the meaning of the words is either you want to do something, or you don't want to do it! Don't do it!

I really don't know how much time has passed, so the opponent's soul armament, after entering his soul, immediately absorbs infinite soul power crazily - because these extremely ancient soul arms, in that guy's soul, are almost... hungry It's been a long time.

I don't know what happened, but He Ming immediately understood the opponent's attack tactics: as long as his own soul is dragged down, all the world will disintegrate, not to mention that the power of the soul is greatly derived from the power of the soul, the opponent cannot defeat himself, but his own You can't win either!

What is usually a dream, has now become a jaw-dropping and unbelievable problem.

Not only that, some kind of exhaustion stemming from these soul armaments immediately pressed He Ming to the ground.

He immediately sent an application to the Golden Sun to suspend the soul gambling like a dog, and the latter refused immediately, and said contemptuously: "Don't dream, it's better not to struggle. You have failed no matter what. I Although I don’t have almost all the knowledge, etc., my wisdom and capital can still easily crush you to death. You little monkey, just accept your fate.” (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to the starting point (m) Vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m to read.)